It looked like Thursday was going to require an advanced degree in order to navigate successfully through the parenting maze. It isn’t that parenting my teens and pre-teen is that hard, it’s needing to be in multiple places at one time. Take school, work, band, choir, and football, and throw in a read-a-thon and back to school night and you have a full day, to say the least. I was ready to make the ‘ultimate mom sacrifice’ and skip E’s first football game so I could drive the other two around, but we made some adjustments and hubby and I were able to make it to E’s first Freshman Football game. I am so glad I went!
As we drove down to San Gabriel in the sauna that has been Southern California for the past month, I must say that my biggest concern was how sunburned I’d be by the time I got home. I had donned my only pair of shorts in an attempt to keep my body temperature below 100 degrees. Turns out wearing shorts was a good idea for another reason.
The traffic wasn’t too bad heading east on the 210 (small miracle) and, as we drove the last few blocks towards the high school, a few fat, juicy raindrops hit the windshield. “One.” I counted. “Two.” Then got ‘the look’ from the hubby. I got all the way to seven before it quit sprinkling. Ahhh, too bad.
“It would be so great if it rained on us,” I said thoughtlessly.
We arrived at the school just in time to find our friends in the stands and obey the cheer leaders’ command to “Stand Up for the Kick-Off”. We scanned the sidelines for our boy in his #69 jersey. He looked so huge, I couldn’t believe it was my kid. When did this happen? (*Side note: I think they gave him that number because they knew he could handle it with maturity and panache. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just forget I ever said anything.)